The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend Chapter 11 Picking Up People

The man, destabilized by her kick, fell face-first to the ground, shards of glass piercing into his thigh in an instant.

A scream echoed through the entire alley.

Rong Zhi stepped on his back, pulling the little boy to her side, "If you can stand, stand. If not, hold on to ."

The man’s thigh was full of glass shards, possibly cutting into any part, causing him to tremble in agony, his face pale as he glared at her viciously, still cursing, "You damn bitch, I told you not to ss with my business. Call an ambulance for now, or when I’m healed, I’ll beat you to death!"

Healed? Is this guy out of his mind?

Rong Zhi expressionlessly ground her foot into him, making the man scream like a slaughtered pig.

The little boy clung tightly to Rong Zhi’s other leg resting on the ground, frightened.

"Damn you... ah!!"

"You son of a... fuck!!!!"

Rong Zhi slowly ground her foot down on his thigh again.

The man stared wide-eyed in horror as if his eyes were about to pop out, filled with deep fear on his face.

This person truly ans to cripple him!!

"B-brother, good buddy, spare !"

A voice continued speaking from Rong Zhi’s phone.

"...President Fei."

"We’ll talk later."

She spoke in a steady tone, as if the scene before her had nothing to do with her.

The man pleaded pitifully.

"I beg you, spare . I know I was wrong. What do you want, money or people? I’ll give you anything, just let go!" He trembled, cold sweat dripping from his face. "Please, don’t step on anymore..."

"You broke his hand, it’s only fair. Now I’ll break both of your legs," Rong Zhi’s lips curled into a thin, cold smile, "What do you think?"

It seed like a negotiation, but there was no room for discussion.

The little boy swallowed, strangely feeling a thrill rather than fear from the scene before him.

The man’s vision blurred, his body shivering uncontrollably.

"No, I... ah!!"

...

The sound of police sirens faded into the distance.

The little boy squatted in a corner, his gaze landing on the lazy boy leaning against the wall playing with his phone, the slight glow from the screen reflecting in his eyes, which were dark as ink.

Bottomless.

He hesitated for a long while, before reaching out his sowhat functional hand to tug on the boy’s pant leg.

Rong Zhi turned his head, his dark pupils showing little emotion, and raised an eyebrow, "Hospital?"

She had just realized that the little boy could hear her, thinking he was deaf and mute this morning.

The little boy nodded, then shook his head.

Rong Zhi made a faint clicking sound, lifted him by the back of his shirt like a kitten and walked out to the street, seeing a shared bicycle, tossed him onto the back seat and scanned to unlock it.

"Hold on tight."

Still dazed from the mont of suffocation earlier, the little boy was swept up by the rushing wind, scattering his thoughts once again.

The feeling of weightlessness scared him into holding tightly onto the person in front of him.

Fifteen minutes later, he was still in disarray, his soul seemingly floating behind him, while his body sat in the ergency room of Beijing First People’s Hospital.

The on-duty doctor handed over the dical record book, feeling sowhat uneasy.

The pair before him was a bit unusual; the younger one was dirty, while the elder exuded a completely different impressive aura.

Especially the young boy, whose delicate features were almost too enchanting; even the elderly doctor felt a shiver looking at those alluring foxy eyes.

Rong Zhi grabbed a ballpoint pen, asking the person beside her: "What’s your na?"

The little boy gestured with his hands: ’Jiazze.’

He only rembered being called Jiazze, as he had forgotten his last na after being trafficked for so long.

Rong Zhi narrowed her eyes, as the ballpoint pen twirled in her hand, her lips tilting up, "I saved you, so I’m your benefactor. For now, use my last na. Change it once we find your parents."

After all, it’s just a na, doesn’t matter whose last na it carries.

Rong Zhi wrote "Rong Jiazze" on the dical record book.

Her handwriting, like her, was powerful and vigorous in every stroke, portraying an uninhibited and bold spirit, carrying a sense of unrestrained freedom and inherent character.

The on-duty doctor couldn’t help but feel invigorated looking at it.

Great handwriting!

The young man seed rather young, but his handwriting was exquisite!

The doctor, who had so knowledge of calligraphy, felt that Rong Zhi’s skill couldn’t have been achieved without decades of practice.

The newly nad Xiao Rong Jiazze repeated the na silently in his heart several tis, his hands tightly grasping Rong Zhi’s sleeve, a smile blooming on his dirty face, his eyes pure and bright.

He... was also a child that soone wanted.

Rong Zhi handed the dical record book back to the on-duty doctor, who this ti received it with both hands.

She glanced past the slightly excited face of the doctor, feeling sowhat puzzled, but, considering Rong Jiazze’s injuries, she quietly said: "His left hand is slightly fractured, two ribs on the right side of his chest are broken with obvious displacent, a pneumothorax is ford due to ruptured pleura, and it’s unknown how far the bone fragnt has penetrated, imdiate surgery is necessary."

On-duty doctor: "???"

Seeing him staring blankly at her, Rong Zhi’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, "Aren’t you going to call for an ergency bed?"

The doctor was swept over by her cold, tangible gaze, and imdiately felt a chill down his spine, his scalp tingling as he called to have an ergency bed brought over.

It was only after Rong Jiazze was sent into the operating room did the on-duty doctor co to his senses.

Why did he listen so attentively to that young man’s words just now?? Was he the doctor, or was Rong Zhi the doctor??

But upon receiving Rong Jiazze’s CT results, he was so shocked that his eyes nearly popped out.

Oh my, Rong Zhi was right about the condition!

...

Billing counter.

Rong Zhi requested the hospital to arrange the best room and paid a six-figure dical bill all at once.

Seeing the deduction notification, Rong Zhi’s expression didn’t change.

Beijing’s dical fees were a bit high, and it seed she needed to find a job to earn money soon, or else there wouldn’t be money to pay for He Songzhi’s hospitalization later.

She turned to head to the elevator, intending to go up to the surgical suite, when her phone vibrated with a call.

Lowering her eyes to look at the screen, it was a WeChat call from Zeus, and she answered it.

Zeus: "The arrangents have been made at the police station, he is temporarily detained in the affiliated hospital."

The man Rong Zhi had stepped on in the alley was handed over to Zeus, sent to the Beijing East District Police Station, with follow-up work also left to him, while Rong Zhi never appeared throughout the process.

Rong Zhi responded with a soft "Mm."

Earlier, she had Rong Jiazze leave with the police officer, but he didn’t go, staying by her side, gifting her with a child.

"What do you plan to do next, how long should they be detained, or execute directly?"

Since she caught the person, Zeus routinely asked.

The elevator stopped at the twelfth floor, with people inside, Rong Zhi moved back a bit, waiting.

Her tone was steady: "Let the police handle it, and have them inspect surveillance around Hengshan Road, as well as rental housing records from the past month, especially focusing on newcors from the south."

Zeus paused: "President Fei, have you noticed sothing?"

"The person is likely part of an organized human trafficking ring..."

"Ding—"

Rong Zhi paused, not continuing her sentence.

Zeus, not hearing from her on the other end, asked puzzledly: "President Fei?"

"Wait a mont."

Rong Zhi hung up, staring into those eyes, deeply alluring, filled with silent emotion like peach blossoms.

Her heart was slightly taken aback, not expecting to run into a "familiar face" in such a place at this ti.